Author’s Notes: As ever, much thanks
goes to my beta reader, Shimotsuki. First-date
goodness can be found within. Enjoy!
Previously, in “Transformations”: The
afternoon following Remus's first kiss with Tonks, Sirius helps talk him
through his conflicted feelings. The next day, after Sirius's birthday party,
Remus and Tonks have a heart to heart (and a few lovely snogs),
and decide to give a relationship a try.
3: Working Girl
Tonks hated waking up in the morning. But today she woke with a smile on her
face. She stretched, and hopped out of bed. No morning could be a bad one after
snogging Remus before going to bed.
skipped over to the small cage in the corner of her room, and started cooing
softly at the small speckled barn owl inside. "Time to wake up, Lulu,"
she said opening the door of the cage. "I need you to run an errand for
bounded across the clothing-strewn floor, and searched through the pile on her
desktop until she found a blank sheet of parchment. She quickly scratched a
note. "Cory—I got my snog! And it was better than I ever imagined. He's taking
me out on Tuesday. I guess I haven't been wasting the last six months after
all. Love, Tonks XOXO."
tied the note to Lulu’s leg, and opened a window for the small owl. “Here you
go, darling. I’ll have a nice little mousy waiting for you when you get back.” Lulu
fluttered off with a tiny screech, and Tonks closed the window behind her.
had showered, dressed, and was finishing her breakfast when the owl returned. She let her in, and pulled the note from her
leg. “Good girl,” she said, putting Lulu back in her cage and fetching the
promised treat from her fridge. At last, she returned to the kitchen, and
unrolled the note.
just knew it would happen! I'm so happy for you! After Tuesday, you’ll have to
make the time to come and give me the details in person. Love and kisses,
was still beaming three hours later as she and two other Aurors positioned
themselves outside of a shabby house in Wales, preparing for a surprise raid. The
owners of the house had been seen trafficking in illegal potions ingredients,
and were suspected of using dark magic to protect their little enterprise. Tonks
gritted her teeth and tried to shake thoughts of Remus from her head. She
needed to focus on the task at hand, or there could be trouble.
sparks shot up in the air. That was the signal. “Reducto!” she cried, blasting open the window in front of her. She leapt
through the gaping hole where the window had been, and took a quick survey of
the room in front of her. Shelves covered with illegal ingredients lined the
walls, but no one was in the room. She made her way to the door, her wand held
at the ready in front of her.
kicked open the door, and dodged as a curse blasted past her. She took aim at
her assailant in the hall, and hit him with an Expelliarmus. His wand went
flying, and he turned to run, but Tonks was faster. “Incarcerous!” Thick ropes wound around the wizard, and he fell hard to the
could hear the sound of fighting coming from a room down the hall. She dashed
toward it, and burst into the room, casting up a protective shield spell to
ensure that she wouldn’t be hit by any stray curses.
corpulent man spun on his knees with surprising agility to face her. He had
been hiding behind a sofa that stood between him and the other door, from which
Proudfoot was blasting him with spells, but he now
sat fully exposed to her. She struck him with another Expelliarmus, just as Proudfoot called out, “Behind you!”
turned and dived as a stream of arrows shot at her from the wand of yet another
assailant. She was able to evade the arrows, but as she dodged, she stumbled
and landed on the floor. Proudfoot was shooting
spells over her head at her arrow-launching attacker, and she strove to rise to
her feet and move out of the line of fire when the beefy man she had disarmed
launched himself at her with alarming speed. Her shoulder hit the corner of a
table hard, and she fell face-down to the floor. She cried out in pain, but
held tight to her wand.
massive assailant tackled her, pinning her to the ground, and scrambled to
reach her wand. She could barely catch her breath under his massive bulk, and
struggled desperately to crawl forward out of his grasp. Her wand arm was
pinned beneath her, and his meaty hand was groping under her in an attempt to
take her wand. With a furious adrenaline-fueled heave, she freed her arm and
slammed her elbow into his eye. He cried out, and reared back, giving her room
to twist around and point her wand right at him. “Stupefy!” she cried. A red bolt of light hit him square in the
face, and he toppled lifelessly onto her. She grunted as his bulk once more
knocked the wind out of her.
Proudfoot dashed up to her. “Well done, Tonks! I was afraid
he had you, for a minute there.”
Robards entered the room. “I’ve secured the rest of the
house. We have them all. Great Merlin, Tonks! Are you all right?”
will be once you get this monster the bloody hell off of me!” she wheezed. “I
can hardly breathe!”
Proudfoot hastily levitated the unconscious man off of her,
and then secured him by conjuring some ropes. Robards
stepped forward to help her to her feet.
she said as he tried to pull her up by the left arm. She scrambled to a sitting
position, and offered him her right arm instead. Once she was on her feet he
took a close look at her left arm. “Where does your arm hurt?” he asked.
not my arm. It’s my shoulder. It hit the table when that brute threw me down.”
Robards nodded. “It’s probably dislocated. Proudfoot and I will call in some fellows from MLE to help
get these blokes to the lock-up. You ought to get yourself to St. Mungo’s to get that shoulder attended to.”
scowled. She had taken down two of the men herself, and she wasn’t going to give
up the glory of walking them into the Ministry lock-up that easily. “I’ll be all
right for a while longer,” she said, wincing as she spoke. Her side was hurting
when she breathed, but she wasn’t about to admit it.
really?” said Robards, raising an eyebrow. “Then how
about you bend over and retrieve this fellow’s wand.”
strode over to the wand, and leaned to pick it up. Robards
stopped her. “With your left hand,”
glared at him, and clenched her teeth against the pain as she tried to reach
for the wand with her left hand, but it was too much, and a small whimper
escaped her lips before she even got close to the wand. “Give it up, Tonks,”
said Robards. “You need to get to a Healer.”
stood up straight, and nodded morosely. She was the smallest and youngest of
the Aurors, and she hated to appear weak in front of them. Nearly all of the
Auror squad made regular trips to St. Mungo’s, but
she felt like every trip she had to take made her appear less competent in
their eyes. She felt like she had more to prove.
worry, Tonks,” said Robards, as if he was reading her
mind. “You did good work today. We’ll make sure Scrimgeour knows you were the
one to take down two of our four targets. And a bloody good job you did of it
she said ruefully. She glanced over at Proudfoot.
“And thanks for the warning about that bloke in the hall. If it wasn’t for you,
I could have had some arrows in my back, instead of just a dislocated
Tonks,” said Proudfoot. “I’m always happy to save a
damsel in distress.”
rolled her eyes. “Go stuff it,” she said. The three Aurors laughed.
you feel up to Apparating?” asked Robards.
thought for a moment, wincing at every breath. “Don’t think so,” she said,
shaking her head.
Robards nodded. “Proudfoot,” he
said, “you get her to St. Mungo’s, and then bring
back the MLE boys to help us out. I’ll guard these buggers until you get back.”
Great, thought Tonks. Now I have to go Side-Along like a little
kid. “Come on,” she said. “Let’s get it over with. And don’t you dare
gloat!” she said, when Proudfoot started to smirk at
time they arrived at the St. Mungo’s front reception
desk. “Hello, again, Miss Tonks,” said the receptionist.
Doris,” said Tonks.
serious this time, I hope?” said Doris.
said Tonks, shaking her head. “A dislocated shoulder, and some bumps and
They should have you fixed up in no time,” said Doris.
be all right without me?” asked Proudfoot.
fine. Go get your MLE peons and get those wankers
locked up, will you?” replied Tonks.
problem. See you tomorrow, Tonks.” With a little wave, Proudfoot
who’s on call today, Doris?” asked Tonks.
would be Martin Eggers, Miss,” said Doris.
“I’ve sent word along. A Mediwitch should be out for
was glad Marty was on call. He’d been a chum of hers since Hogwarts. They’d been
both been in Hufflepuff, and had lots of fun
together, but lost touch after school. However, once she started making regular
visits to St. Mungo’s her injuries had more often
than not been attended to by Marty. They’d revived their old friendship, and she’d
even joined him and three other old classmates on social outings several times
in the past few months. She’d far rather be treated by Marty than by old Madam
Vector, or that stern bloke Fortescue. She could
never understand how he could be so different from his ice-cream vending
enough an Assistant Mediwitch appeared, walked her
back to an examination room, and helped her to remove her robes and shirt and
put on an open-backed examination gown instead. She was surprised to see some
blood on her shirt as she removed it. Maybe
my shoulder’s worse than I thought?
A few minutes later, Marty came in. “So here we are again, eh Tonks?” he
A nasty brute we were after finally broke my streak of injury-free assignments.
I’d gone nearly a whole month! But I should have known it was too good to
you at least take him down?” asked Marty.
bloody right I did! He tackled me trying to get my wand, but I hit him with a
good Stupefy point blank. There’s no
chuckled. “No, there certainly isn’t.”
went down like a log—but, unfortunately, he landed right on top of me. And he
must have weighed as much as a hippogriff.” She winced as she talked.
that when you hurt your shoulder?” he asked. He was running his wand over her,
doing some diagnostic spells as the talked.
she said. “That happened when he tackled me. I fell against the corner of a
table.” She winced again as she took a deep breath.
got a look of concern on his face. “My Assistant only told me about the
dislocated shoulder—but you seem to be experiencing some other pain as well,
nodded. “It hurts when I take deep breaths,” she said. “I figured it was just a
think I’d like to take a closer look. Would you lie down, please?”
lay back on the examination table, and pulled up the gown on one side to reveal
the painful portion of her ribcage. Marty ran his wand over her ribs, chanting
quietly to himself. After a minute he lowered his wand and said, “You’ve got
two cracked ribs. He really must have weighed as much as a Hippogriff.”
he did. Believe me,” she moaned, pulling her gown back down.
let’s get a look at that shoulder, now,” he said, helping to sit back up.
opened the back of her gown, and gently pushed it down to expose her injured
“Ooo…” he said. “You got a bugger of a cut back here. But
it’s nothing a quick Episkey
won’t take care of.”
must have been from the corner of the table,” she said. She felt some of the
pain easing already.
That’s taken care of,” he said, pulling her gown back up over her shoulder.
“It’s definitely dislocated. Marilyn,” he said to the quiet girl hovering in
the corner. “We’ll need a pain-numbing draught, a bone-knitting solution, and a
tube of bruise-healing paste.” The girl nodded and stepped out into the hall.
spell to fix the dislocation is simple, but quite painful so I want to wait
until the pain-numbing draught has taken effect before enacting it,” he said.
she said. “The last thing I need right now is more pain. But I do have my own
bruise-healing paste at my flat—it’s a daily necessity for me.”
much do you have?” he asked, raising his eyebrows.
thought for a moment. “Actually—I think I’m almost out.”
did I guess?” He smiled warmly at her.
rolled her eyes. “Yeah, yeah. Good old clumsy Tonks needs some more
leaned amiably against the table next to her. “I don’t think you’re clumsy.”
gave him an arch look. “Come on, Marty. You’ve seen me dance. You can’t not
call me clumsy after that.”
shook his head. “No,” he said. “You’re not clumsy. You just don’t always notice
your surroundings when you’re preoccupied.”
must be constantly preoccupied, then.”
just thoughtful—pensive. Your mind is on higher things than mundane objects
like tables and chairs, and vases.”
laughed. “Oh, don’t remind me about that vase. How many times did I break it,
in the end?”
lost count at thirty-three,” he said with a grin.
Merlin. Preoccupied is right,” she said with a laugh.
nurse returned with the prescribed remedies, and she quickly gulped down the
bitter pain-numbing draught. Within seconds the throbbing pain in her shoulder
and side had receded to a dull ache.
asked Marty, drawing his wand again.
I’ll ever be,” she replied, bracing herself.
flash of blue light hit her shoulder, and with a distinct “pop” her joint slid
back into its proper place. “Youch!” she exclaimed. “That
hurt more than I was expecting!” She reached her other hand over to lightly
massage the injured shoulder.
that was with the pain-numbing
draught,” replied Marty. “Just imagine what it must feel like without the potion.”
don’t even want to think about it. God bless Apothecaries, eh?”
drink to that. And speaking of drinking, you’ve still got your bone-knitting
solution to get down.”
stuck out her tongue. “Blech. I can’t stand that
smiled. “It’s better than having cracked ribs, isn’t it?”
suppose so,” she muttered, picking up the steaming cup. “Bottoms up,” she said,
and downed the brew in a few lusty gulps.
“Ughh,” she said. “I think it’s worse every time.”
to clear the taste away?” said Marty, conjuring a green lollipop and holding it
out to her.
I been a good little girl to earn my treat?” she asked.
enough,” said Marty, as she took the lollipop from him.
the best flavor to rid the aftertaste of foul potions.”
she mumbled around the candy in her mouth.
you want Marilyn’s help with the bruise-healing paste?” he asked.
thanks. I can manage,” she replied.
then, you can go on home. I want you to take it easy for the rest of the day.
Take a nap if you can. The ribs will take most of the night to finish knitting,
and I don’t want you to do anything to agitate them.”
no Troll wrestling?” she asked.
I’m afraid that’s on the list of non-Healer-approved activities for the day.”
I’ll just have to owl Lurg and cancel, then. But I’ll
have to blame you—and Lurg’s got a nasty temper.”
laughed. “I think I can handle it.” He paused. “I was actually meaning to owl
you today,” he said. “This morning I heard that there’s an American troubadour
going to play an acoustic set at the Dragon’s Lair. He’s supposed to be really
fantastic. Emily, George, Thad and I are planning on going. I was wondering if
you’d like to join us?”
like fun. When is it?”
she said. “I’m sorry, but I’ve already got plans for tomorrow night.” Very important plans—and nothing is going to
looked disappointed. “That’s too bad. I hear he’s actually a graduate of Blue
Sky, in Los Angeles.”
“Ohh,” said Tonks, in genuine disappointment. “I’ve never
actually seen a Blue Sky graduate making a living off of the arts before. I’m
sorry to miss it.”
hear of him playing any other gigs, I’ll be sure to owl you.”
she replied. “I’d like that.”
bid their goodbyes, and once she finished rubbing some bruise-healing paste
into her various contusions, Tonks dressed, and headed home for some rest.
a few hours on the sofa flipping through old magazines, she felt ready to
scream. If there was one thing she couldn’t stand, it was boredom. Just when
she thought she was ready to go mad, she heard a tapping at her window.
raised the window with a flick of her wand, and a grey owl swooped into her
living room, dropping a large yellow sunflower into her lap before swooping out
a curious grin, she picked up the flower and pulled off the note attached to
it read. “I look forward to seeing you tomorrow. Wear something nice, and make
sure you have an empty stomach. Yours, Remus.”
warm tingle crept through her whole body. She hugged the flower to her chest
with a broad gin on her face.
like that, her boredom was banished. Now she could spend the rest of the
evening wondering what to wear for Remus, and pondering what sort of outing he
would surprise her with.
paced back and forth across the parlor for what must be the hundredth time. He
paused, glanced at the clock on the wall, and resumed his pacing. Sirius sat sprawled on a nearby sofa. He looked up from the magazine he was
reading, and scowled. “Will you please stop that?” he said. “You’re driving me
Sorry,” said Remus. He sat down in the
nearest chair, leaned with his elbows on his knees, and started tapping his
feet nervously, periodically glancing at the clock. Sirius took a deep breath. The past hour
since Remus had returned from his shift doing guard duty outside the Department
of Mysteries had been exceedingly frustrating.
Remus may have finally gotten balls enough to ask Tonks on a date, but
he was still acting like a complete Nancy
you just calm down!” said Sirius, tossing his magazine to the floor. “You’re
being bloody ridiculous about this whole thing. You already know she likes you.
She spent more than an hour Sunday night snogging you,
for God’s sake. It's not like she's going to suddenly change her mind and walk
out on you."
know that,” said Remus. “I know that. I know that she likes me just as much as
I like her. I know that we get along well, and we’re never at a loss for things
to talk about. I know that she’s just as eager for this as I am. But I still can't
help being nervous anyway. I haven't done this in nearly a decade! How could I
not be nervous?”
pleased as Sirius was back his two friends were finally moving on from
unrequited crushes to snogging each other senseless,
he was already getting sick and tired of Remus constantly venting his ridiculous
insecurities to him. His life was frustrating enough already, without having to
listen to an endless stream of, “But I'm not good enough for her... I have so little to offer her... She should be with someone her own
age... It's been so long...” and any
number of other ridiculous sentiments. It was time Remus woke up to reality and
realized just how good he really had it.
yeah?” said Sirius. “Well it’s been a bloody long time for me, too. And I wish
like hell I was in your position. I wish that I had a pretty young witch
falling all over me. I wish that I finally had a chance to overcome more than
ten years of enforced celibacy. I wish that I could go out to fancy restaurants
with beautiful women. But I can't do any of those things, now can I? And it
really pisses me off to hear you acting as if all this is some sort of bleeding
looked back at him with wide eyes. “Good Lord, Sirius. I had no idea that was
how I sounded. I'm so sorry.”
looked at the ground, and shook his head. “It's okay,” he said. “I’ll survive.
But you can't blame me for envying you, can you?"
at all,” said Remus. “I keep forgetting your feelings. It's awful of me, and
there’s no excuse.”
right,” said Sirius, staring his friend down ferociously. “There isn't.”
nodded mutely in reply. Sirius continued, “If there’s one thing that I’ve
learned in the past fourteen years, it’s that opportunities usually only come
once. And if you don't take them when you get the chance, they’ll probably
never come again. And then you'll be really sorry. You and Tonks are fantastic
together—anyone can see that. You have a real chance at happiness standing
right there in front of you, and if you don't seize it, and make the most of
it, then I will personally hunt you down and string you up by the balls for it.
That's a promise.”
stared back at him. “Well then, when you put it like that I've no choice, have
I? I simply have to fall in love with her.”
tone was sarcastic, but Sirius knew that there was more than a little truth to
what Remus had said. In fact, from the look on his face, Sirius thought that he
might finally be getting through to his friend. And it was about bleeding time.
know,” said Remus suddenly. “I have it on good authority that Hestia Jones would be more than willing to have a go with
you, if you fancied it.”
sat up straight, blinking in astonishment. “Hestia?
She hardly ever says two words together when I'm around!”
just shyness. I'm sure she'd open up if you tried to make her more comfortable.
Maybe a little wine—some soft music. I could help arrange it, if you'd like.”
was at a loss for words. She was decent enough looking, he supposed, but how
could any woman too shy to talk properly be worth his while? “I don't know,” he
said finally. “I'll have to think about it.”
do that,” said Remus. “And get back to me.” He glanced at the clock again, and
smiled. “Well, thanks to that lovely little diversion, it's now late enough
that I can head for Tonks’s flat without showing up too early and looking
over-eager. Thank you.”
mate,” said Sirius, coughing uncomfortably. Hestia?
He'd never even considered her. She was hardly his dream girl, but it had been
such a long time...
spent the first hour after Remus’s departure flipping absently through some
books. Then he went upstairs to visit Buckbeak for an
hour. Then he headed back down to the drawing room, picked up a book, stared at
for a moment, and then dropped it and started pacing.
minutes later he heard the front door opening, and footsteps coming down the
hall. Bill Weasley peered through the door, and smiled. “Hi, Sirius. What are
of boredom. Please tell me you you’re here to entertain me?”
laughed. “I was thinking more of entertaining myself, but if you benefit in the
process, all the better.” He came into the room, glancing around. “Where’s
Remus? Did Dumbledore send him off again?”
said Sirius, flopping down in an armchair. “He’s on a much pleasanter errand
Bill took a seat.
nodded. “He’s escorting our lady Tonks out for a night on the town.”
“Ohhhh. So that’s finally happening, is it?”
“Emmeline will be happy to hear it. It’s her week, isn’t
it actually started in Dung’s week, so the pot ought to go to him.”
smiled. “Good for Dung.”
laughed. “Now Tonks will just have to see if all her patience was worth it.”
gave Bill a hard look. “Don’t you have a girl of your own to be with right
looked down and shrugged. “I was with her earlier.”
Is her company losing its appeal?”
shook his head. “Just the opposite. Her company is far too appealing. I needed
a little break to unwind.”
was surprised. Was Bill saying what he thought he was saying? “Forgive the
intrusion, but I thought the two of you were…you know?”
sighed. “No. We’re not. Fleur is an old-fashioned kind of girl. She’s saving
herself for marriage.”
let out a long whistle. “Wow. Sorry, mate.”
leaned back and stretched out. “I’m not sorry.”
raised an eyebrow at him. “Really?”
I had my fun in Egypt.
I think I’m ready for something more serious.”
seemed ready for something more serious. Everyone but him. Sirius tried to
sound positive. “Good for you, good for you. So—do you think she might be the
I’m going to France
the day after Christmas to meet her family.”
that is serious.”
nodded. The two men sat in silence for a few minutes. Bill never had been one
for opening up much about his personal life. Which inevitably frustrated
Sirius—gossip had become his primary form of entertainment, lately.
after the uncomfortable silence was becoming too much to bear, Bill said, “Care
for a game of Exploding Snap?”
said Sirius, jumping up to find the cards. Bill might not be good for gossip,
but he was a truly wicked card player.
rose from her seat at the restaurant, and Remus helped her back into her cloak.
She loved it when he acted like a gentleman, and treated her like a lady. Not
many men thought of her as a lady, so she cherished the experience.
you like to go walk off some of this dinner? Or is it too cold?" he asked.
she said. "It's not too cold. And
Lord knows I ate enough to feed a hippopotamus, tonight. I need to burn off
some of those calories."
had taken her to a magnificent little Bistro called “Cacao,” which included
chocolate—or cacao—in one form or another in all of its dishes, both savory and
sweet. It was an extraordinary culinary experience which she wouldn’t soon
forget. And, much to her relief and delight, not only had the dinner been
amazing, but their conversation had also been as enjoyable and easy as ever.
left the restaurant and headed out into the cool night. Tonks pulled her cloak
tight about her. Remus put an arm around her shoulder, pulling her close. “Can't
have you freezing on me,” he said. “Then who would help me finish Taming of
could always stand in for me.”
but snuggling on the sofa with Sirius is far less appealing then snuggling on
the sofa with you.”
glad to hear it.”
he said. “Our waiter interrupted you right when you were about to tell me about
your adventure at work yesterday.”
they strolled aimlessly along the unfamiliar streets, she told him about the
raid and her subsequent injury. These sorts of injuries had practically become
a routine ever since her promotion to Junior Auror, but Remus was horrified.
threw you to the ground?!”
against a table, first, and then to the ground,” she corrected.
was wide eyed and practically sputtering. “Does this sort of thing happen every
no, no,” she said. “Just once or twice a week.”
did you choose this career again?”
rolled her eyes. “Because I believe in justice. Plus, all the action can be
pretty fun. It really gets the adrenaline going.”
shook his head. “I always thought James and Sirius were crazy for wanting to be
Aurors. Now I know I was right.”
you calling me crazy?” she asked in mock indignation.
“You're not Mad-Eye crazy, but you've made a
him. “Just for that, I'm not going to kiss you again for the rest of the
arched a grin at her. “Yes, you will.” The husky confidence in his voice sent
shivers down her spine.
look of playful confidence on his face made it hard to maintain her resolve,
but she couldn’t back down that easily. “No, I won't."
leaned over to whisper in her ear, his breath warm and tantalizing on her skin.
“Yes, you will."
makes you so sure?” she said, smiling up at his warm brown eyes.
a woman who didn’t want to be kissed wouldn’t have stuck her cold little hand
up the back of my shirt while trying to get warm.”
glanced guiltily down at her arm, snaked up under his coat, to where her hand
had made its way to the warm skin of his lower back. “Hmm. You might have a
I?” he said with a boyish grin on his face.
he said, leaning forward to brush his lips against hers. She responded to him
eagerly, snaking her fingers through his thick hair, pulling her body closer to
him with the hand still clutching his back. She felt like her whole body was on
fire as his lips pulled away from hers and made their way down her neck,
lingering in the spot where her neck curved into her shoulder. She gasped in
pleasure. His mouth covered hers once more, and he pulled her tighter to him.
another breathtaking minute, he pulled away, breathing heavily, and gently
loosened his embrace. “I told you that you would kiss me,” he whispered.
I didn't even put up a fight. “Git,” she
laughed. “I'm lucky you like gits.”
for another half an hour before she finally decided that her high-heeled
sandals were no good for long walks. After finding a secluded corner, out of
sight of passers-by, they Apparated back to her
building. He walked her up the stairs to the door of her flat. “So when do we
do this again?” she asked.
looked slightly crestfallen, and she couldn’t fathom why. “Well,” he began,
“I’m afraid that I won’t be able to take you any place like tonight for quite a
while. In fact—based on my current cash-flow situation—June sounds about
frowned a little. She was both flattered and frustrated that he’d spent so much
on their first night out together, but she needed to make him understand that
it was his company she valued, not what money could or couldn’t buy. “I’m not talking
about the fancy dinner, you prat! I’m asking when can
I go out with you again?”
looked sheepishly down at the ground with a bemused smile on his face, and then
looked back up into her eyes with a delightful twinkle in his own. “How does Friday
grinned. “Friday sounds just perfect.”
won’t mind that from here on out it’ll be pubs and picnics and long walks for
us, instead of anything fancy?”
course I don’t mind. Fancy dinners are nice from time to time, but when it
really comes down to it, I’m more of a pub, picnic and long walk kind of girl.”
don’t have to say that just to make me feel better.”
not. I’m saying it because I mean it.”
you,” he said, his eyes shining. He leaned in for another lingering kiss. When
he finally pulled back, he shook his head in amazement. “I hope I never get
used to that.”
I like it to feel like the first time, every time.”
could feel herself grinning like a besotted school-girl, and she didn’t care. “Remus
Lupin, you really are the most romantic thing that's ever happened to me.”
he replied, looking legitimately surprised.
you.” She pulled him down for another kiss.
minutes later, they parted. “I’ll see you Friday,” she said, slipping inside
her flat. “If not sooner.”
not sooner. Goodnight, Nymphadora.”
Author’s Notes: I'm
so happy that you are all enjoying this romcom of
mine as a nice break from the post-DH angst, and I plan on carrying it through
all the way to the end of the OotP era. If you leave
a review, Remus would be delighted to blow his budget treating you to a night
at a fancy bistro--or, if you prefer, he'd be glad to share a picnic or a long